Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 175

Fortunately, the chitterfiends were below Tier 1. Otherwise, given the boy’s physique, he might not have survived the chase.

After confirming that there were no other alien beasts nearby, Nanzhi brought him into the RV. There, she treated his wounds, gave him food, and provided a new set of clothes.

Curious about how the boy ended up alone, she asked him about his story. Eventually, she learned that they had been on their way to the city’s base.

The boy’s name was Si Hao, and his father’s name was Si Lei. His mother had left them long before the apocalypse began. Si Hao’s was searching for his half-brother, whom they hadn’t seen in three years. Along the way, they encountered a group of thugs who chased them relentlessly.

In the middle their car broke down and they ended up in this private compound.

When they thought they were safe, the weather turned extreme. They had no choice but to halt their journey and search for shelter instead. Fortunately, they found a basement in the ruined compound and a small grocery store.

With the supplies they managed to loot, they survived the harsh winter. When the weather returned to normal, they hoped to resume their journey, but strange creatures appeared. They were fast, powerful, and had magical fire abilities.

Si Hao’s father couldn’t even take down one without injury, let alone the 200 or so strange creatures. Trapped and running low on supplies, the boy’s father had no choice but to search for food for his son.

An adult could withstand hunger, but a child could not. Nanzhi understood this principle.

The boy’s father left yesterday but never returned.

Si Hao, unable to hold back the tears, clung to the hope that his father was still alive. "I’m sure he’s still around! He always keeps his promises!" he insisted, wiping away his tears.

Though he knew it was selfish to ask strangers for help, Si Hao looked up at them and pleaded, "Big Brothers, Big Sisters, please help me find my father!" His voice was filled with desperation, and his small fists clenched as he bowed his head.

Everyone exchanged glances, their minds all going to the skeletal remains they found earlier.

The silence that followed made Si Hao lower his head further. "I don’t have anything to offer, but I promise to repay you in the future…" he said, his voice breaking.

A soft rustling from the table caught his attention. Nanzhi spoke solemnly, "Do you recognize this bag?"

Si Hao’s face lit up as he looked up at the worn blue bag. He grabbed it, inspecting it carefully before confirming it was his father’s. "Yes! It’s my father’s! I knew he didn’t leave me! Where did you find it, big sister?"

Nanzhi’s brows furrowed.

Minutes later, Si Hao’s expression crumbled as he saw the small burial ground. Nanzhi, though hesitant, decided to tell him the truth. As painful as it was, it would be crueler to let him hold on to a false hope.

"Father!" Si Hao’s cries echoed into the dreary night after he learned the truth.

The atmosphere grew heavy as everyone listened to the little boy’s sorrowful cries. Si Hao cried himself to sleep holding the jar of his father’s ashes, the piece of blue shirt and the bag.

The little boy didn’t want to leave his father there.

In the dead of night, Yu Baoyin, unable to concentrate on absorbing the spars, looked for Nanzhi. "Sister Nan, do you think I’ll ever be reunited with my father?" she asked softly, deeply affected by the earlier scene.

Nanzhi, unsure how to answer, only replied, "We can only hope for the best."

Yu Baoyin sighed, her face marked with melancholy.

Later that night, fueled by the emotion of what they had just witnessed, everyone made some progress. The three debut awakeners advanced by one stage.

Nanzhi and Lin Weihao reached the Tier 2 middle stage.